Longing
what is it
about the human spirit
that leaves us longing
and reaching
for the touch of another
the presence of someone
to rest by our side
yearning for contact
mind
body
and soul
feeling restless
and unsettled
until we have
a hand to hold
and the rhythm
of a second beating heart
to lull us
to sleep
at night
The sky is pink outside and I haven’t slept at all, caught up writing a paper on anti-Zionism and Antisemitism. I’m exhausted and I have class in about two hours, but I must admit: the colors of the clouds give me the most incredible feelings of internal liberation, and I feel almost lifted of this stress. The power of the sunrise always gets me, I guess.
There’s nothing as significant as a human face. Nor as eloquent. We can never really know another person, except by our first glance at him. Because, in that glance, we know everything. Even though we’re not always wise enough to unravel the knowledge.
—Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
http://thenatureofdaylight.tumblr.com/post/21905286408/last-night-i-went-to-sleep-with-a-smile-on-my
Last night, I went to sleep with a smile on my face. And the pale moon was shaking me; she was saying things I was happy to hear - sing sing sing sing sing. I could let my body into flames, but my pillow was soft underneath my temple and my chest was vibrating. It was that moment of pre-sleep when…
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
